Unwrapped: a MMF Holiday Romance

by Taryn Quinn

  Even without any attempt at artifice—or maybe because she usually didn’t bother with any—she was still the prettiest, sexiest woman he knew.

  “Whatcha doing?” he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

  She whirled around in the chair. “Didn’t know you were up.”

  All the way up, as his waking cock attested to. He shifted the sheet over his erection and turned onto his side to prop his head on his hand. “Just woke. Empty beds are mean.”

  She laughed and stood, stretching her arms over her head in the same stretch she’d done every morning for years. But normally she wasn’t basically naked. Buttons gaped, revealing a hint of her breast, and the shirt rode up, exposing more than a hint of the downy blonde hair between her legs.

  As if she noticed his discomfort, she grinned. “You okay over there?”

  “Yeah.” He rolled onto his back and threw an arm over his eyes. “I’m trying not to look so I don’t want.”

  “Why? We’ve got a while before Matt comes back.” She crawled across the mattress and slid her soft, cool palm up his chest. “I want to be with you. Just us. Just to see what it’s like.” He dropped his arm and looked at her, hearing the quaver in her voice. “I’ve wanted that for so long.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Because I couldn’t choose. It felt wrong. And dirty.”

  “It’s not wrong or dirty. Why is loving someone ever wrong?” He opened his arms to her, and she settled inside them, dropping her head to his chest. “It would be a lot easier if it were just you and me, wouldn’t it?”

  “Yes, I guess it would be.” She paused just long enough for his heart to trip. “But I can’t see us without Matt. He’s part of us.”

  He hadn’t meant to test her with that question, but it slipped out anyway. And she’d passed. Or failed, because in his weak moments, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t take her up on her offer if she suggested a relationship with just one of them. He knew ultimately it wasn’t what he wanted, but some of her heart was better than none.

  Wasn’t it?

  If she chose him, he wouldn’t be able to still be with Matt on the side. It would be way too complicated. But how could he ask Matt to step aside? How could he step aside if her choice turned out to be his best friend?

  Christ, it was all so complicated.

  “Yeah, he is.”

  “Have you always known you…had feelings for him?”

  “Sexual feelings? No. It wasn’t until a year or so ago that I really started becoming aware of them. He’d do something, and I’d just notice. And more than notice, if you get me.”

  “He’s the only guy you’ve ever wanted?”

  “Yeah. He says that means I’m only lukewarmly bi.” He laughed and kissed her forehead. “He’s been into other guys. He never pursued long-term relationships with them, or so he says, but I wasn’t the first man for him.”

  “Does that mean he slept with other guys or just fooled around with them? We talked about it, but he wasn’t really clear, and I didn’t want to pry.”

  Tristan flicked her nose. “Sure you didn’t.”

  Cait’s questions were legendary. She wanted to know everything about everything and had a brain that worked at warp speed. Showing her a new aspect of design software could easily result in an hour-long Q&A. Two if she’d warmed up with soda beforehand. Sugar made Caity’s already warp-speed brain truly scary.

  Apparently her curiosity also extended to his and Matt’s sexual activities. He supposed he should be glad she’d lifted the veil of secrecy with him on the topic of sex, but talking about it wasn’t his favorite thing to do.

  “I think he slept with a couple of guys. We’ve never really discussed it.”

  “Are you always on top?”

  Tristan shook his head, smiling. “Are these the kinds of conversations you normally have with him? All the gory details?”

  “Usually, yeah. But I didn’t get a chance to ask everything I wanted to.” Her grin turned sly. “I did ask if it felt really good.”

  “And?”

  “And he said yes, naturally.”

  “He wasn’t lying. It feels incredible.”

  She circled his navel with her pinky. “So…are you always on top?” Catching his constricted expression, she grinned. “Matt and I have this thing. Everything becomes hypothetical if we don’t feel comfortable discussing it. So, hypothetically, are you always on top?”

  “Hypothetically, hmm?” The hypothetical thing seemed kinda stupid to him, but what did he know? The pair of them were so tight that their ways of dealing with each other must work pretty well. “Hypothetically, I’d say most of the time, yes. Not always.”

  “So it feels better to you that way.”

  “It feels pretty good regardless, but yeah, better for me. Hypothetically, of course.” He couldn’t keep from laughing. “So what about you?”

  He didn’t miss her quick swallow. “What about me?”

  “Which of us would you want to come inside you here first?” Teasing her, he ran his fingertips down the crack of her ass. “Assuming you want that at all. But fantasies count.”

  “Well, if I wanted that, hypothetically, I’d pick you. Only makes sense, since you’re more used to being in the…driver’s seat.”

  “Driving the stick, you mean?”

  “Right.”

  Laughing again, he drew her closer. “Curious about me and Matt, hypothetical girl?”

  “Yeah, guess I am. It’s just weird thinking of you two wanting each other. It’s beyond hot,” she added hastily. “But I haven’t totally wrapped my mind around it.”

  “Not sure I have either,” Tristan said, resting his cheek on her hair. Her peaches-and-cream scent saturated his airspace, and he smiled, amazed at how little it took to settle his mind. Holding her, smelling her, loving her…he’d won the damn lottery, and that only accounted for half his heart. The other half belonged to the man currently burning up the slopes.

  “But he still likes girls too. So maybe he’ll lose interest. Or you will.”

  “I suppose it’s possible. There’s always a chance people’s feelings will change. But if you operate from that position, constantly expecting the worst, then that’s what you’ll get.” It took him a minute to realize she’d had hope in her voice. His own hardened. “Oh, and if you’re wondering if maybe we'll lose interest in you? Not happening. We both wanted you long before we admitted to wanting each other. You really think this weekend’s changed any of that?”

  “You, better than anyone, know the struggles my family has faced. My mom and my sister have dealt with broken relationships and getting their hearts shattered and everything that comes with that. The financial difficulties, the instability. Now Val is having trouble, and I’m afraid she’s—”

  “What?”

  “I don’t know. Falling in with the wrong crowd. Getting too serious about boys when she should be focused on her goals. That’s what is important. Not setting herself up for heartbreak when she’s so young it might affect the rest of her life.”

  “You’re giving her your example.”

  “I was. Before.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “You know how close Val and I are. I’m determined she not fall into that trap. And now I’m mixed up in this. Whatever this is.”

  “Did it ever occur to you,” he asked softly, “that the reason this happened is because you need twice as much love? That it will take that much to get you to love yourself.”

  She looked away. “We just can’t agree on this.”

  “Maybe not. But I’ll tell you this. I’d give anything to have Connie still around. I wouldn’t care if she flunked out of school or hooked up with the absolute worst possible guy for her,” he said quietly, watching the blush in her cheeks dim. Good. He’d try anything. “I wish to God I could be given that choice.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said after a moment. “I must sound horrible to you.”

  “You sound like you’re afraid that every
one else will judge you the way you’ve judged yourself all your life. Always holding yourself up to some invisible image of perfection and doing the so-called proper thing.”

  She blew out a breath. “You know how small Eastlake is. Everybody knew my business. I was the only kid who didn’t have a dad to come to school functions. Then for a while, I had a new ‘dad’ for every one of them.” She sighed and pressed her lips against his chest, but he had a feeling she wasn’t even aware of doing it. “My life’s been spent trying to make good. To show I’m not just that pathetic kid people either looked down on or felt sorry for. That I matter. That I can do whatever I put my mind to.”

  “And being in a committed relationship with two men who love you and you love back violates that somehow?” he asked, stroking her back.

  She didn’t answer. Finally he tipped up her chin and stared directly into her eyes, ignoring the hard bump of his heart at how glossy the blue had become. Caity’s tears always tore holes in him. “If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have made it through losing Connie.” She started to argue, but he shook his head. “You know it’s true. She was everything to me. To my parents and Steve too. She fought so hard her entire life, and there was no reason for her to die. What was the point? As some sort of lesson to the rest of us? Then what was it? I didn’t get it. She was so innocent and sweet. But she died anyway. Then you came into my life and made me realize I wasn’t dead.”

  “I didn’t do anything.”

  “You helped me remember to breathe. Every day I spent with you got a little better. You convinced me to just hang on. Christ, you held me when I cried. Do you remember that? All those nights I sat in my dorm room with the lights off until you came looking for me.”

  “Yeah, and we’d crawl in bed and trade outlandish stories. It was fun trying to guess which were real and which were made-up.”

  “Anything to make you laugh,” he murmured. “You spent so many nights in my room. But you weren’t worried what people might say.”

  “I was too scared for you,” she admitted, wiping away the tears that had snuck free. “My rep didn’t matter compared to how much I—”

  “Compared to how much what?” he asked gently when she faltered.

  “How much I love you,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut as her voice broke.

  He rubbed his thumbs under her eyes. “I told you we won’t push you. I promised. If you just want to explore this weekend, I’ll have to live with that. But so will you.”

  Cait’s throat worked as she swallowed. Even as soft and vulnerable as she was right now, he knew she’d channel those feelings into something else before she’d ever admit to them. That something else became painfully obvious as she peeled the sheet down his body.

  She reached up and pulled the pencils out of her hair and tossed them onto the floor. Her long blonde waves fell forward, making her look like the angel he’d always painted her as in his mind.

  Maybe Matt was right. He’d idealized her. Somewhere along the way, she’d become his idea of the perfect woman, and acknowledging she had flaws and insecurities like anyone else would take some work. Not that he’d love her any less, but he still hadn’t come to terms with them—or the real Caity—yet.

  Without a word, she encircled his flagging erection in her fingers, squeezing tightly as she reached underneath to cup his balls. She leaned forward to lick the crown, turning her face toward him so he could watch everything she was doing. His heartbeat skyrocketed when she started to suck, her perfect rose lips sliding down his shaft.

  “In a million years,” he whispered, enthralled by every flick of her tongue, every touch, “I never really believed this would happen. Hoped, hell yeah. God, I hoped.”

  She drew back with a sexy suctioning noise, her hesitant smile erasing the doubts in her eyes. “You were still ahead of me. I never even dared think it.”

  He threaded his fingers through her hair as she bobbed on his length. When she straddled him a couple of minutes later, he was rock hard and glistening. But she didn’t climb on right away. She stroked him slowly, moving the wet vise of her fingers up and down while he pressed his head into his pillow and counted backward from one hundred to keep from exploding all over her soft belly and pink-tipped breasts.

  Except that image didn’t exactly help. Envisioning her covered in his release made him even harder. Even more eager.

  He bit off a moan. “Might want to move things along.”

  But she merely smiled and licked her palm before gripping him again. Shifting slightly, she angled downward until she could rub her slick pussy over his thigh. She ground against him while she jerked him off, not stopping until they were both panting.

  “Condom?” she gasped.

  He yanked out the nightstand drawer and fumbled around, coming up with one like a prize. “Don’t think we brought enough of these.”

  “Don’t worry.” She leaned down to lap up the cream dampening the crown of his shaft. “I have extra in my purse. Lots extra,” she added with an eyebrow wiggle.

  “Have I ever told you you’re my dream woman?”

  Before she could answer, he worked on the latex and impaled her on his cock. She moaned as he drove into her silky heat, again and again. With one stroke, he was lost to her.

  He didn’t try to seduce or draw out the pleasure. He would’ve, if he’d had any ability to reason left. But there was only the snug grip around him and her breasts bouncing against her chest, dangling over his mouth when she rocked forward to take him to the hilt. He bit and sucked her swollen nipples, so rough he left marks. Couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop the need to slap her ass the faster she rode him, bearing down so hard that pinwheels of color danced across his vision before all went black.

  Deaf and blind to all but her pants and her hazy bluebell eyes as she rocked into bliss, he clenched her hips as if she held his life in her hands.

  Like she already held his heart.

  Her ragged breathing as she curled up on top of him was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard. He cradled her head in his hand and kissed her damp temple, his length still buried inside her.

  “Did you come?” he said when he could speak again, more than a little embarrassed he honestly didn’t know.

  He didn’t normally lose track of a woman’s orgasm, but then again he also had never been with this woman before this weekend. She’d given him a scorecard of all new rules.

  “Didn’t you feel it?”

  “Damn, I felt everything.”

  Her laughter spurred his own as she lifted her head. She flicked her tongue over her kiss-swollen lips. “Yeah, I came. Twice. The second time when you slapped me.”

  “Sorry about the slapping thing. I lost it.”

  “Sorry?” She arched a brow. “Did you hear the part about how it made me come?” She toyed with his nipples and shifted just enough to make them both groan. “So, you know, feel free to make me come like that again anytime you want.”

  “Duly noted. Assuming I can ever regenerate some damn brain cells enough to be able to actually think again.”

  “Don’t think yet.” She laid her hand on his jaw. “And don’t go yet either,” she said, squeezing him in case he didn’t get her drift.

  “Not going. Broken.”

  Laughing softly, she laid a trail of kisses up his throat and over his chin, nipping his lower lip. “It was every bit as good as I always dreamed,” she murmured.

  His throat tightened as he smoothed her waterfall of hair down her back. “So you’ve been doing that a lot about us? Dreaming?”

  “Oh, since college or so. But they were only occasional dreams, when my latest boyfriend turned out to be a dud. I knew you wouldn’t be.” She looked up at him and gave him a secret smile. “Which is why I think I always saved myself for you, even though I couldn’t admit it. A couple of times I came close to having sex. Really close. But every time I backed out and ran home to the apartment to be with you and Matt.” She sighed. “I kept trying to do what I
thought I should. Find a decent guy— one decent guy—and maybe start to think about settling down someday.” Her lips twitched. “In five or ten years or so, after I’d conquered the world.”

  “Yeah. We knew. We flipped out every damn time you got a new boyfriend, thinking he’d be it and you’d leave us.”

  Cait scooted down to rest her head on his chest, her fingers sifting through the curly, dark hair on his pecs. “None of them ever measured up. Not emotionally or sexually, although it wasn’t just about that. None of them made me feel this way. The way I’ve always felt for you. The way I grew to feel about Matt. It took longer with him,” she acknowledged. “He was so hard to get to know at first, and he always had that sarcastic edge. But eventually I fell for him too. It scared me.” She let out a long breath. “I’ve been scared for a long time.”

  “Yeah, I get that. Believe me. Going after what you want and facing losing everything if you fail is scary as fuck.” He shifted her until they were on their sides. Then he laid his hand against her cheek and kissed her gently, as gently as the love he was afraid to trust was blooming between them. “You were the second girl I ever fell hard for.”

  “Who was the first?” She made a face before he could answer. “Not Stacy Harcourt.”

  “Yeah. The older woman who broke my tender heart.” He grinned as he pushed aside her hair to nuzzle her neck.

  “Older? Wasn’t she like twenty-one when you were eighteen?”

  “Still counts.”

  “Now she was a wanton woman,” she said, arching her neck to give him more access. “She had all the fun.”

  “Sexually adventurous, she called it.” He laughed and cuddled her closer. God, he never wanted to let her go. “We should get you cleaned up,” he said after a few moments of companionable silence passed. “You have to be sore.”

  “Only a little. And I like this particular soreness.” She licked her lips and teasingly wiggled her hips, rocking him inside her until he groaned. “Wanna try for round two?”